So, it's been a little while since my charming little chat with the Almighty. I don't know exactly how long because I don't think I saw a calendar or a watch in my personal palace, also known as the womb.
Damn bastard."Waaaah, I'm very busy, scram."
But dude, you're the one who reincarnated me, who made me go through the whole selection of powers and conditions!
You decide to play Sims: God edition for weebs and then get angry because I take up your time? You called me, asshole!
Not that it bothers me, but seriously, stop being an idiot for a second.
"I'm God, I don't have your time."
Yeah, well, you should've opened your celestial schedule and managed your appointments with the idiots getting hit by trucks while crossing the road if you were so busy.
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Okay, I need to calm down. Getting angry is probably bad for my baby development.
I imagine the scene: a baby is born with a wrinkled, anxious face and an ulcer because it was raging against God in utero.
But, honestly, I don't have much to do, and I've still got at least 7–8 months to kill, tops.
I'm really bored here. And I'm not talking about Sunday-rainy-day boredom—no, no. This is interstellar-level emptiness.
I've always wondered if babies are conscious in the womb. I hope not, for their sake. Seriously. Because if it's like me… it's total boredom.
It's not really that I can live; I'm blind and I can't move.
It's more like I'm just aware of my environment, nothing more, unable to do anything—like a kind of statue.
Like a "living statue," or a guy trapped in ice but still alive, vaguely aware that the world exists around him… but with no ability to move or do anything.
In one word: boredom.
Wait, can I transform?
I should try.
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But, how do I do that again?
Right, I kinda forgot to ask God for a memo.
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Well, I'll see.
I think I first need to control my chakra.
And for that, I need to feel it flowing inside me, to connect with it, to create a link.
I think it starts with controlling my chakra. To do that, I need to feel it flowing in me, to create a bond.
I try. For hours. Whole days. But nothing. Not the slightest shiver.
I can't do it.
It's really difficult, especially for someone like me coming from a world where chakra doesn't exist. I understand the concept, yes. But it's so abstract, so foreign to my reality. Like imagining flying, or discovering you have a seventh sense.
Understanding chakra is one thing; feeling it is another.
But hey, I've got all the time in the world.
So I don't give up.
Come on. Don't let yourself be defeated. Try again, again and again. Again and again.
I continue for what feels like days and days to focus on sensing my chakra, trying to perceive this invisible flow.
Then, after weeks, maybe even months of effort and failed attempts, I succeed.
I imagine the chakra, I imagine it in my body.
I see it travel through me, I feel it.
And with effort, I can sense it.
Gradually, it slides, pulses through my invisible veins, like blood.
I feel it, gliding and moving everywhere in these networks, like blood through veins. I feel it pulsing, especially in my stomach—I can feel it in me, this life flowing.
There, in my core, this life pulsating, this inner fire.
It's indescribable, an incredible sensation, a feeling only those who have experienced it can understand, impossible to explain to someone who hasn't. It's like feeling life vibrate through every fiber, every bit of skin.
It's beautiful, wonderful. I feel incredible ecstasy at that moment, as if this alone makes my life beautiful.
It's beautiful. Magnificent. I feel carried by pure ecstasy. This simple fact gives a profound meaning to my existence.
And I can't help but wonder… How is this possible?
How can it exist for me when, even though I have a human body, I'm at least partly made of slime?
And suddenly… I feel my body change.
I feel myself liquefy. I become liquid, soft.
I transform. I'm no longer solid. I become a small gelatinous mass.
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Damn it.